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ISBN-10: 1230231838
ISBN-13: 9781230231839
Edition: N/A
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1829 edition. Excerpt: ... E'en at the base of Pompey's statue, (Which all the while ran blood) great Cesar fell. 0 what a fall was there, my countrymen Then I, an4 you, and all o/us fell down; Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. O, now you weep: and I perceive you feel The dint of pity These are gracious drops. Kind souls What, weep you when you behold Our Cesar's vesture wounded? Look you here -- Here is himself--marr'd, as you see, by traitors. Good friends Sweet friends Let me not… stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny They that have done this deed are honourable What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it They are wise and honourable. And will, no doubt, with reason answer you. 1 come not, friends, to steal away your hearts? 'I am no orator, as Brutus is-; But, as you know me all, a plain, blunt man, That love my friend--and that they know full well, That gave me public leave to speak of him For I have neither wit, - nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor power of speech, To stir men's blood--I only speak right on, I I tell you that which you yourselves do know-- Show you sweet Cesar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb mouths, And bid them speak for ire. But, were T Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of.Cesar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. XXII.--Fahtaff's Soliloquy on Honour.--Henry iv. OWE heaven a death 'Tis not due yet; and I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter--honour pricks me on.--But how, if honour prick me off when I come on? How then? Can honour set to a leg? No; an arm? No; or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour..